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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 7:29 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Who am I with? No one
What am I doing? Waiting for Gia
What am I thinking? Well, I hope I don't get run over waiting for people...
Who's important to me? Gia Donati
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Carver leaned up against a wall, knocking his heel against the wall as he waited for signs of his girlfriend. His. Girlfriend. That thought rolled around in his head, being just as odd to him as it had been months ago before they left for home and they had decided to date. He still owed the hippie and Lori a good smack with his skateboard for that. He knew that for sure. Besides, it wasn't like he was adverse to the idea. He just disliked being locked in a closet with the object of his crush and nearly breaking his neck while they did it. Sure, he hadn't, but still, it was the principle of the thing. He was going to make damn sure that never happened again, though he was sure that it wasn't happening again. So yay, go him.
He rolled his eyes as a couple of younger years looked at him and made comments about his board, wondering what was so interesting about it. Sure, he was probably the only one in the school that actively brought his board to school, but hey, it wasn't his fault that other people weren't interested in it or could appreciate the fact that he had a hobby that didn't include electronics. That was their short-sightedness, not his. He started tapping the wall with his fingers, noting that Igor was apparently over with the girl he had a blatant crush on. With a guy who also seemed to be talking to her. Oh, this was going to end badly. Oh well, not his problem. If Igor wasn't going to act like a jealous arse, then maybe he might realize that people wouldn't care about the fact he was chasing after the girl. But then again, for being a Ravenclaw, Igor was pretty stupid with social cues. Again, not his problem.
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OOC:
All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 7:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:08 pm
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I sold my soul to athree-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's got me down on both knees
But its the devil thats trying to
Hold me down, hold me down.
Sneaking out the back door
Make no sound.
Aimee stepped onto the platform quietly. She was alone except for her father who was hovering behind her with a scowl on his face. She quietly hugged him with a quick whispered goodbye, a promise to write, and a promise that she would continue her work. The work mentioned being the therapy she had been attending privately in their house all summer. It was helpful... maybe. She couldn't really tell. Everything had been really numb since last year. She wasn't sure she remembered how to feel and she wasn't sure that was a bad thing either. Nothing was better than what she had been feeling before hand.
As it was she had spent a year ostracizing herself from all her friends, and she was pretty sure the entire situation had ended in Leon hating her guts, and out of everyone in the entire world, he was the last person she wanted hating her. But of course she ******** everything good up in her life... as per usual. She'd screwed up her life with he mom, she'd screwed up her friendship with Leon, and she was sure she would continue to screw up everything until she was alone in an apartment at 80 years old with no one to care whether she was alive or dead. She'd always known that would be her future though hadn't she?
She sighed and stuff her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, before shuffling to the train quickly. Bandit followed behind her with his twin tails wagging happily. If she could count on anything, it was that Bandit would always be happy to see her. Behind her she dragged her trunk, it was stuffed full of not only her school supplies but also about a million self help books that her therapist thought would help her. Most of them were bullshit. Some of them were accurate though at least. At least 5 of them recommended exercise to help keep your mood up, so she was at least excited for Quidditch to start up. She wouldn't get started of course though. Sera had deigned to make that extra and very bitchily clear last year. God she hated that girl. It was like she was just a perpetual b***h for no reason.
As she headed towards the train, she spotted leaning at the entrance with Wren, and immediately froze. Part of her badly wanted to walk up (or rather run really), apologize and sob about how worthless she was and how sorry she was. But he was better off without her ever speaking to him again... right? Her lip silently quivered, and she quickly turned away. Of course if her therapist was there he'd say some bullshit about how she had to forgive herself before she ever expected to be forgiven by Leon. But she didn't want forgiveness. She just wanted to stop hurting her friends. Also, apparently, according to her therapist from the amount she talked about Leon over the summer, he was more than just a friend. But that was bullshit and even if it wasn't, it didn't matter because he hated her, and she deserved nothing less than absolute hatred.
She was about to do exactly what her therapist had told her not to do. The one rule she had for the school year was do not interact with Leon outside of Quidditch. Quidditch was necesarry of course to an extent, but beyond that it was a big no no apparently. He said they both needed time to heal and then they could reevaluate their friendship. And she was about to break that rule, until she spotted Caty. She quickly beelined to her other best friend and silently linked her arm with her. She didn't know what to say so she just stayed silent.
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ooc:
I'm helpless clinging to a little bit of spine
They rush me telling me I'm running out of time
They shush me, walkingme across a fragile line.
Knock me out Knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
I sold my soul to a three piece
And he told me I was holy
He had me down on both knees
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:16 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:35 pm
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There is a man that I know...
Seventeen years, he never spoke.
Guessed he had nothing to say;
He opened his mouth on Judgement Day.
I listened with all of my might,
But was scared by the look in his eyes!
Like he'd already lost the fight...
And there was no hope ever in sight.
α и т ı g ø и e
¢ α š š ı ø ρ e ı α
ł ı ł ł α и т ı и e
яανeи¢łαω │ šeνeитħ чeαя │ ρυяeвłøøđ │ še¢øиđ вøяи
Anti was still getting used to the idea of snogging Ceri, never mind being her girlfriend- having a girlfriend-. It'd been easy, over the summer, to forget. They were two teenagers alone in a house; it was the first time Anti had ever been without adult supervision in her entire life. It had been almost unsettling at first, to realize she could do whatever she wanted, anything she wanted, with no one there to tell her no. In terms of teenage rebellion, she doubted kissing another girl and maybe getting into the wine was anything huge, but it felt monumental to her. Now that she was back in familiar territory, the doubts began to creep back. She purposefully kept her head down, worried she might spot Cyrus in the crowd. There was always the chance her parents might be here as well, although she highly doubted it. There was no chance they'd kept her disappearance from her 'fiance's' family for this long; their hopes of marrying her off had long since been crushed. Sometimes, though, she dreamed she had just gone home again after the previous year, and those were the dreams that terrified her. Awkwardly clutching Ceri's hand, she tried to look semi-normal as her girlfriend dragged her over to where Eira was.
No hope in the air, no hope in the water,
Not even for me, your last serving daughter.
Why fear death, be scared of living!
Our hearts are small and ever thinning...
There is no hope ever of winning.
I have seen men provoked-
And I have seen lives revoked-
And I looked at my life and choked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:47 pm
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Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
Aleah hobbled onto the platform. She had her arm securely wrapped around her puppy and her other hand was clutching tightly to the new cane she had also acquired this summer. The entire summer had been spent in intensive physical therapy. Her doctors all agreed that although a Service Dog was the right idea for her, it would also mean that she needed to gain stronger muscles and be less reliant on her crutches. She was getting there. She could now safely walk with her cane most days. Weaker days still required the crutches but her doctors knew that was always going to be a part of her life.
She snuggled her nose into Kronos' soft puppy head and smiled. He was currently wearing his very first in training vest and she absolutely loved it. It made him all official looking. She had got him through an organization that helped people train their own service dogs for rarer conditions like hers. Since she didn't have an easily recognizable disability this was the only organization she'd found that could help. And honestly the idea was super awesome. She got to be with the dog from puppyhood all the way through its training instead of just getting it at 2 years old! Her trainer would be writing her every week with things she needed to work on and they'd meet up over winter break to evaluate him etc. It was awesome.
And Kronos was awesome. He was such a sweet boy, and he absolutely loved her and her family. And of course he loved Bas. Bastian had helped her pick him out before her physical therapy really started to show results, so he would still have one surprise. At that thought, she began looking around for her two best friends. She spotted Balder with a younger boy and hobbled towards him while still keeping a look out for Bas. "Hey Balder, and uhhh.... Glynn? Right? This is Kronos my new puppy. Have you guys seen Sebastian?"
These voices won't leave me alone,
Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold,
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Do you call yourself a hurricane like me?
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
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ooc:
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:11 pm
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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
Rowan's summer had been rather annoying with her parents constantly commenting on how disappointing Tiernan's sorting was. She wanted to roll her eyes out of her goddamn head. So of course she spent most of her summer bothering the old book man and spending time with her snakes. Now that she was on the platform, she was planning on getting away from her parents as soon as possible. As if by sheer coincidence, she spotted Connor being accosted by far too many people for the poor shy boy.
Currently 3 of her snakes were hiding in her hoodie pocket while the last one, her beautiful Emerald Tree Boa was casually draped over her shoulders. Abaddon wasn't quite full grown yet. About 4.5ft long and hadn't put on all of her muscle weight yet. But she was still quite heavy. Rowan had strong shoulders from carrying her around all summer. She made her way through the crowd of students, and quickly wrapped an arm through Connor's arm."Well I'm gonna take my friend now, because you idiots seem to think he is both a circus act and a petting zoo. Bye." She spit out at the crowd of idiot students, before happily trotting off with Connor and his service dog. When they were a better distance away, she grinned. "So you have your pup, and I have my snakes. We're a happy bunch now. Would you like to get a compartment on the train together??"
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:29 pm
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¢єяι ∂ανιєѕ
ѕιχтн уєαя нυffℓєρυff
ρяєfє¢т
ℓєт'ѕ нι∂є συяѕєℓνєѕ fяσм єνєяуσиє
נυѕт тαкє му нαи∂ αи∂ ωє ¢αи яυи
αѕ мσмєитѕ fяєєzє ℓєт'ѕ мαкє вєℓιєνє
ωє'ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє fσяєνєя уσυиg
ѕσσи тнє иιgнт ωιℓℓ ¢σмє, συя ѕιℓнσυєттєѕ ιи тнє ѕєттιиg ѕυи
Coming to a stop by Eira, Ceri turned to glance at Anti before she smiled at her friend again. "I want to say that both of our summers were great, but mine definitely was. I spent a lot of time with Anti and she's a great person once you get her talking." She smiled at Anti and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Do you want to tell her or should I?" Ceri knew that Anti wasn't as open and talkative as she was, but she was hoping that, now that she was free from her family's oppression, she'd start to relax and open up more. She was free and her new hairstyle was proof of that. Ceri smiled again, still practically glowing with happiness.
ι fєєℓ тнє нєαт, тнє ѕυммєя ѕ¢єиє
ℓιкє ѕтαи∂ιиg ιи α ℓινιиg ∂яєαм
ℓιкє fℓαѕнιиg ℓιgнтѕ fяσм мσνιє ѕ¢яєєиѕ
тнιѕ fєєℓѕ ѕσ яιgнт ι ¢αи'т вєℓιєνє
ωє ѕιт ѕσ ѕтιℓℓ, ѕσ ¢ℓσѕє, ѕσ иєαя
тнєѕє нєαятѕ ωιℓℓ ωανє ѕσ ℓσυ∂ αи∂ ¢ℓєαя
ℓєт'ѕ ¢ℓσѕє συя єуєѕ αи∂ ∂ιѕαρρєαя.
{συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя: ...}
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 10:35 pm
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